By Katja Klingberg
Those keyhole eyes capture me
They haunted my dreams for years
You just stood out that window and smile, never leaving me be
And I stared into your eyes that were filled with tears
Those black keyholes for eyes
Those eyes that forever captured me in this dream
Schizophrenic they say, lies
Who are they? they ask while I scream
But it’s never clear in this dream I’ve been stuck in for years
This dream you have locked me away in
It must be a dream because I can always see you and all my fears
You’re always behind me as you grin
Staring at me with those locked eyes
Yet I can only ever see a peek
A peek of what lies behind those keyhole eyes
A peek behind that demented mind that’s so bleak
Then I hear that tick of your heart
That clock of a heart that counts to 26
Yet you’re only at 17, but I want you to restart
That tick, that tock and even more ticks
All you ever do is bother me
Always sitting right behind me
Even when I drive away you always appear on the next street
Just smiling and staring and ticking and tocking
Always haunting me in my dream
This endless dream that never ends
This endless nightmare that has some good spots
Yet I can never get rid of you
Never get rid of the ticks or tocks
Never get out of sight of those keyhole eyes
Forever trapped with this boogy man of mine
So I’m trapped in those eyes and I sing with those tick, tick, tocks
Katja Klingberg is a biochemistry student who experiments with poetry.
